Cathedrals from Steamokalypse by SISC

And the masters said after the plague is before the plague,
Noone is sure, noone is safe, noone is sane,
The priests are preaching water drinking wine, what a surprise,
Follow a leader and you're left out in the rain.

For every traitor who is blewn we have a dozen more in stack,
And every liar has an audience to cheat,
Whispering easy solutions and poisoned persuasions,
Babbling bollocks follow gallowbirds that tweet.

CHORUS:
Where the sailors are coming to drown,
Where the laquer is coming down,
When we all are losing our face,
When we come to meet at the place
Where cathedrals come to die,
Where cathedrals come to die.

Our search for solitude is futile for we can't escape ourselves,
You never swim the same river, never climb the same dune,
The scorpion's roads are rocky and the acquaintances we make
Mostly unpleasant like a walk in a typhoon.

- A dialogue in steel leads to an all-out argument
And the loser's not about to kiss and tell.
If you succed teaching an old dog only one amazing trick
T´might be enough for things to come right off the shell.

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